Shannon Murray - Casey Jones lyrics

The workers on the S.P. line to strike, sent out a call But Casey Jones, the engineer, he wouldn't strike at all His boiler it was leaking, and his driver's on the bum And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of plumb Casey Jones - kept his junk pile running Casey Jones - was working double-time Casey Jones - got a wooden medal For being good and faithful on the S.P. line. The workers said to Casey, 'Won't you help us win this strike?' But Casey said, 'Let me alone, you'd better take a hike!' Casey's wheezy engine ran right off that worn old track And Casey hit the river with and awful smack Casey Jones - hit the river bottom Casey Jones - broke his bloomin' spine Casey Jones - became an Angeleno He took a trip to heaven on the S.P. line When Casey Jones got up to Heaven, to the pearly gate He said, 'I'm Casey Jones, the guy who pulled the S.P. freight.' 'You're just the man,' said Peter, 'our musicians went on strike, You can get a job a-scabbin' anytime you like.' Casey Jones - got a job in heaven Casey Jones - was doin' mighty fine Casey Jones - went scabbin' on the angels Just like he did to workers on the S.P. line Well the angels got together and they said it wasn't fair For Casey Jones to go around a-scabbin' everywhere The Angel Union No. 23, they sure were there And they promptly fired Casey down the golden stair Casey Jones - went to hell a-flyin' Casey Jones - the Devil said, 'Oh fine, Casey Jones, get busy shovelin' sulphur That's what you get for scabbing on the S.P. line!'